Being a teenager isn't all that different from being part of someone else's story. There's always someone who thinks they know better than you do

I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.

You can’t keep yourself from falling in love, but you can steer yourself away from the wrong people.

Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

What if instead of focusing on what you don't have, you concentrate on what you've got?

History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.